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comparing some height charts. can you put him down

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Dodge Valiant VE Utility, 1967. In Australia the Dodge brand was used for entry-level versions of Chrysler's pick-ups. The VE series was based on the 4th generation North American market Dodge Dart though the pick-up configuration was unique to Australia. The were available with 145 and 160hp versions of Chrysler's 225ci straight 6

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Stay with Me | LS2

a/n: it’s 4am, i’m sad and in bed so now you have to suffer with me smau + written | logan x ex!reader

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yn’s appartment - london 10:46pm

there was a faint knock at yn’s apartment door. for a moment, she found herself paralysed, sat at the kitchen island, knowing exactly who was on the other side. the memory of their public breakup, where tears had flowed freely and hearts had broken visibly, replayed in her mind. part of her wanted to leave him standing there, to make him feel the same abandonment she'd felt. yet, another part of her yearned to open the door and pretend that nothing had ever happened, to fall into the comfort of his arms as if the past four months hadn't been filled with silence and longing.

taking a deep breath, she set her phone down and cautiously approached the door. she hesitated, her heart pounding as she checked the peephole. the sight she glimpsed through the small glass circle made her stomach twist. twisting the lock with trembling fingers, she pulled the door open, and the sight before her took her breath away. logan stood there, a shadow of the man she remembered. his once vibrant, playful eyes were now red and bloodshot, a faded grey hoodie hanging loosely over an old band tee she’d given him. his hair was disheveled, and he looked worn, as though the world had beaten him down.

seeing him like this, so vulnerable and broken, she couldn't stop herself. she stepped forward, her heart aching, and wrapped her arms around him. the familiar scent of him, mixed with a hint of cologne and something distinctly him, flooded her senses. just like the old days, his head dropped onto her shoulder, and she instinctively reached up, running her fingers through his messy blonde hair. ut felt both foreign and familiar, a bittersweet reminder of what they once had.

gently, she pulled him inside, closing and locking the door behind them, her eyes darting around to ensure no one had seen him enter. the last thing she needed was another media frenzy. as logan stepped further into the apartment, he looked around, a ghost haunting a place that had once been his home. the room felt different, colder, as if his absence had sucked the warmth out of it.

"i heard what happened," yn broke the heavy silence, her voice soft. logan turned to face her, his eyes searching hers for something, perhaps forgiveness or understanding. she resisted the urge to close the distance between them again, to hold him and never let go. "i’m sorry."

logan let out a bitter laugh, the sound void of any real humor. "it was bound to happen," he muttered, his voice thick with resignation. the way he said it, as if the way he'd been treated was something he deserved, made her chest tighten.

"it doesn't mean you're not allowed to feel shit about it," she replied, her voice firmer. she hated seeing him like this, so defeated and hopeless.

he looked down at his feet, the once pristine trainers now scuffed and dirty. he fiddled with his phone in his pocket, avoiding her gaze. "i was going to get replaced anyway," he mumbled, as if trying to convince himself that it was true.

she shook her head, frustration slightly bubbling up inside her. "logan, that's not—"

"i came to apologise," he interrupted, finally looking up at her. the vulnerability in his eyes was almost too much to bear. "four months later?" she asked, a mix of disbelief and hurt in her voice. she had waited for so long, clinging to hope, and now he was here, apologising as if that could undo the pain.

he sighed, running a hand through his hair, a gesture she knew all too well. "i..." he struggled for words, his voice breaking slightly. "yeah. i’m sorry it took so long. i just... didn't know how to face you after everything."

as logan stood there, searching yn’s face for any sign of what she was feeling, he suddenly looked away, his shoulders slumping. the weight of everything seemed to press down on him, and he ran a hand through his messy hair, letting out a shaky breath.

"yn," he began, his voice raw and unsteady, "everything in my life has been falling apart. not just with us... but with everything." he looked back at her, his eyes tired. "racing, the friends, my family... it's all gone to shit. and i kept thinking, if i could just hold it together, i could find a way to fix it all."

she felt a pang of sympathy, her frustration momentarily overshadowed by concern. "logan, you don't have to—"

he shook his head, cutting her off. "no, i do. i need you to understand." his voice cracked, and he took a step closer, as if drawn to her by some invisible force. "you were the only one who ever really understood me. the only one who saw me for who i am, not just what I could be or what I failed at. i pushed you away because i was scared, but i always knew you were the one person who got me."

tears welled up in yn’s eyes as she listened to him, her heart aching for the pain he was clearly feeling. she wanted to reach out, to comfort him, but she stayed rooted in place, struggling with her own emotions.

logan’s voice broke as he continued, his words spilling out in a rush. "i know i don't deserve you back. i don't expect you to forgive me or to want me in your life again. but i couldn't live with myself if i didn't tell you... i’m sorry. for everything. for hurting you, for being a coward, for not being the person you deserved."

he looked at her, his expression one of utter defeat. "i’m so, so sorry, yn. i don't know what to do without you. everything feels wrong, and i just... i just wanted you to know that."

before she could respond, logan’s composure crumbled. tears streamed down his face, and he let out a choked sob, his body shaking. the sight of him so broken and vulnerable broke down the last of her defenses. she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. he buried his face in her shoulder, his sobs muffled against her.

for a long moment, they stood there, holding each other. yn felt the warmth of his tears soaking into her shirt, and she stroked his back soothingly, her own tears silently falling. the pain and confusion of the past months seemed to dissolve in that moment, replaced by a deep, shared sorrow.

logan clung to her as if she were his lifeline, his cries slowly subsiding into quiet sniffles. he pulled back slightly, just enough to look at her, his eyes red and puffy. "thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "for listening. for being here. even if it's just for now... thank you."

yn nodded, wiping away a tear from his cheek. "you’re welcome," she replied softly. "but, logan... i can't promise anything. i need time to think about everything."

he nodded, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. “i get it," he said, his voice steadying. "take all the time you need. i just... i just needed to tell you. and i hope... i hope you find the happiness you deserve, with or without me."

she looked into his eyes, seeing the raw vulnerability and honesty there. taking a deep breath, she decided to share her own truth. "logan," she began, her voice trembling slightly, “i still love you. even after everything, i still love you. it just... it might take some time for me to figure out if we can really make this work again."

his eyes widened, hope and disbelief mingling in his expression. "you still love me?" he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper.

she nodded, her own tears starting to fall again. "yes, i do. but love alone isn't always enough. we need to rebuild trust, to heal from the past. and that takes time."

logan reached out and gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing away her tears. "i’ll wait," he promised, his voice filled with a newfound determination. "i’ll do whatever it takes to prove that i can be the person you deserve. i don't expect it to be easy, but I'm willing to fight for us."

yn placed her hand over his, closing her eyes for a moment to savor the warmth of his touch. "we’ll see," she said softly, opening her eyes to meet his. "for now, let's just take it one step at a time."

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I haven't really had the brain space to do much translation lately, but I just did a little presentation for a classics department event on one of my favorite old english texts that I thought you guys might enjoy :) this is a little magical charm to help get rid of cramps by telling evil spirits to stop poking you with their spears and arrows. the herbs it mentions are all medicinal! (waybread refers to broadleaf plantain, a little leafy weed, not the banana relative) here's the old english text, then my own translation:

Wið færstice feferfuige and seo reade netele, ðe þurh ærn inwyxð, and wegbrade; wyll in buteran.

Hlude wæran hy, la, hlude, ða hy ofer þone hlæw ridan. Wæran anmode, ða hy ofer land ridan. Scyld ðu ðe nu, þu ðysne nið genesan mote. Ut, lytel spere, gif her inne sie. Stod under linde, under leohtum scylde þær ða mihtigan wif hyra mægen beræddon  and hy gyllende garas sændan. Ic him oðerne oft wille sændan, fleogende flan forane togeanes. Ut lyte spere, gif hit her innes sy. Sæt smið sloh seax, lytel iserna wund swiðe. Ut lytel spere, gif her inne sy. Syx smiðas sætan wælspera worhtan. Ut, spere! Næs in, spere! Gif her inne sy isenes dæl Hægtessan geweorc hit sceal gemyltan. Gif ðu wære on fell scoten oððe wære on flæsc scoten  oððe wære on blod scoten  oððe wære on lið scoten, næfre ne sy ðin lif atæsed. Gif hit wære esa gescot oððe hit wære ylfa gescot oððe hit wære hægtessan gescot, nu ic wille ðin helpan. Þis ðe to bote esa gescotes, ðis ðe to bote ylfa gescotas, ðis ðe to bote hægessan gescotes, ic ðin wille helpan. Fled þær on fyrgen hæfde. Hal westu! Helpe ðin drihten!

Nim þonne þæt seax, ado on wætan.

Against a stitch: feverfew and the red nettle, that which grows throughout a secret place, and waybread (plantain); boil in butter

They were loud, lo, loud, they who rode over the mound. They were steadfast, they who rode over the land. Shield yourself now, so you might escape this evil. Out, little spear, if you are inside here! He stood under the lindens, under a light shield, where the mighty women deprive their power and send forth yelling spears. I wish to send them another one soon, a dart flying before the opposition. Out, little spear, if you are inside here! A smith sat, striking a knife, little, iron, so wonderful. Out, little spear, if you are inside here! Six smiths sat, working a death-spear. Out, spear! Not in, spear! If it is in here, a piece of iron, the work of a hag, it must melt. If you were shot in the skin or were shot in the flesh or were shot in the blood or were shot in the limb, may your life never be torn. If it were shot by gods or if it were shot by elves or it were shot by hags, I will now help you. This for you as a remedy for the shot of gods, this for you as a remedy for the shot of elves This for you as a remedy for the shot of hags. I will now help you. It has fled there onto the mountain. Be healthy! May the Lord help you!

Then take that knife, banish it into the water.

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Hello! I have a story request:

Undertaker (Black Butler) x Ciels sister!reader where maybe during the Campana arc reader kinda helps Ut. Like, maybe the fact that the dead are going to turn into zombies is almost revealed because (for example) a zombie breaks out of their coffin already, so reader lures it back? Idk. I just really want to read about the reader helping Ut because she wants to see him happy and smile and whatnot (I always get so happy when Ut laughs). Seeing as this would be yandere maybe reader is also just a bit obsessed with Ut? Not full blown yandere, just slightly codependent obsession?

Thank you! (Thank you if you do write it. If you don't write it then thank you for all your other wonderful stories)

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/n: This was a bit tricky considering the second part of your request, which I couldn't make it fit here, so I'm just mentioning rather than showing. Overall, I hope you enjoy it. Undertaker is always a delight to write to.

The night was heavy with tension, the air thick with the scent of incense and something far less holy - much heavier, as rotten blood and stitched limbs. The Campania’s lavish halls were brimming with the murmurs, laughters and music, all unaware of the dark secret that writhed below the surface - bodies resting in coffins, waiting for the signal to rise and attack.

Amidst this carefully constructed chaos, you stood near the back of the room, your eyes subtly darting from side to side, scanning for any signs of trouble. You had been on edge since Undertaker had whispered his plan to you, a smile playing on his lips, as if this entire twisted game was no more than a grand performance he had orchestrated.

And yet, when he had explained what he needed to do, you could see the glint of madness, the excitement in his eyes that had sent a chill down your spine. But it was that same glint you couldn’t resist, the way his eyes seemed to light up, the way he smiled that you jumped right onto his plan without him needing to ask you to.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

There was a shuffling sound, barely perceptible, and you stiffened, your hand clenching around the fan you held. Glancing around, your gaze quickly fell toward the source. One of the coffins was rocking slightly, the lid shifting as something within struggled to break free. Panic surged through you; this was too early.

The guests would see, and everything would unravel. Undertaker’s plan would be ruined.

Quickly, you moved closer, slipping past the other coffins with practiced ease. You reached the coffin just as the lid burst open, and a decaying hand clawed its way out, grasping at the air. The corpse’s eyes were wide, empty, and hungry, a sight that would have sent anyone else running in terror. But not you. You had seen far worse, working alongside Undertaker for a few months now.

You had heard Undertaker’s tales, his gentle whispers of how he had perfected this experiment, how it was all leading to this moment. You knew the lengths he would go to for his morbid fascination. And you loved the dreamy look on his eyes, even if you didn't quite understood what he planed to achieve with that.

With a calm that surprised even yourself, you stepped forward, positioning yourself between the coffin and the rest of the room. “Shh, shh… it's alright, dearie.” You whispered softly, your voice barely audible over the murmurs of conversation and the soft strains of the orchestra.

The zombie's head jerked towards you, its movements stiff and unnatural, but you didn’t flinch. Instead, you slowly extended your hand, letting it grasp at your fingers, and gently guided it back down. “I know you’re restless and confused, but you need to wait just a little longer,” you continued, almost as if you were speaking to a child. “Go back, and I promise you’ll be able to stretch your legs soon.”

“Well, aren’t you a brave little thing?” He drawled, his voice low, a touch of amusement lacing his tone as he gently caressed your cheek with a soft touch. “I must say, I didn’t expect my sweet little assistant to take matters into her own hands.”

With surprising compliance, the creature obeyed, retreating back into its dark confinement. You gently closed the lid, making sure it was secure, and let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. You could not be afraid, yet it was terrifying to speak with a dead being.

Turning back, you found yourself face-to-face with Undertaker, his lips curved into a wide, knowing grin.

You felt your cheeks heating up, but you couldn’t help but return his smile, even if just a little. “I couldn’t let your plan fall apart,” you said, keeping your voice light, though your heart was still pounding. “Besides, I know how much this means to you… I couldn’t stand to see you disappointed.”

Your breath hitched as his fingers lingered against your skin, the touch affectionate. The rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in the dim light. “I’m not afraid because I want to see you happy,” you admitted quietly, averting your gaze, afraid to see his reaction. “I know how you are when you’re excited, and… I like it.”

Undertaker’s grin widened, and he took a step closer, his gloved fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “Oh, my dear, always so considerate, always thinking about me,” he murmured, his eyes gleaming with something you couldn’t quite place.

“You know, you’re quite the enigma yourself. So delicate, yet so fearless when it comes to helping me play with my little experiments. Are not afraid of them? Of me?”

Undertaker’s eyes softened, and for a moment, his grin melted into something more tender, more genuine. He tilted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze, and the look he gave you was almost reverent. “You’re quite the fascinating creature yourself, little dove.”

His voice barely above a whisper. “Always so eager to please, even when you should be running the other way. I wonder… do you even realize what you’re getting yourself into?”

You knew you should have been afraid, but instead, you felt a warmth spreading through your chest. There was something almost intoxicating about the way he looked at you, as if you were the only person in the world who could understand him, who could share in his dark, twisted delight.

“I don’t care,” you replied softly, your voice steady. “As long as I’m with you, I don’t care what happens.”

Undertaker chuckled, the sound low and rich, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against your temple. “Then I suppose it’s a good thing you’ve already chosen your side, my dear,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. “After all, there’s no turning back now… and I do so love having you by my side. I won't let you get away now, not even if your little brother found us out, not even if the whole world goes up in flames, you're my pretty assistant."

As you stood there, locked in Undertaker’s gaze, you realized you didn’t mind the darkness that surrounded him. In fact, it was that very darkness that drew you in, binding you to him in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

A smug smile grew on your lips. "Good to know because I'm not planning to let anyone separate us."

And as the night continued, you found yourself more certain than ever that you would do whatever it took to keep that smile on his face, even if it meant dancing along the edge of madness with him.

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Innocence ☆ Colby Brock Request

Warnings: smut, mdni, 18+, blahblahblah, brothers best friend trope, drugged (viagra), colbys a perv, manipulation, corruption kink, daddy kink, virgin/very innocent reader, no use of "y/n", petnames (baby, babygirl, sweetheart, princess)

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It was just a mini prank war. Colby grew actual grass in Sams bedroom carpet while he was away with Kat, and Sam just slipped him viagra half way through their overnight haunted hotel trip.

It was just you, Sam, and Colby. The Bethins Hotel was infamous for its incredibly haunted third floor, specifically the room 307, which naturally Sam and Colby had booked.

They had also booked room 204, planning on doing rock-paper-scissors to figure out which of the boys were going to have to sleep in the haunted room.

You had always had a little crush on Colby. He was your older brothers best friend and you had grown up around him. You would never say anything about your crush, you were sure ut wouldnt be reciprocated. You were oblivious to all the flirty remarks he had made about you, or all the times he would stare at you across the room.

It felt wrong to him, he should see you as a little sister, the same way he sees Sam as an older brother, but he just couldnt. You were too pure, too sweet, too pretty. He wanted to have you all to himself, but he would always rationalize that Sam would never approve.

Colby always knew about your crush, it obvious to him. You were always shy and blushing in his presence, eyes darting to find him when he walked into a room, he saw it all.

The investigation started smoothly. They were getting direct communication from a spirit, and everything was turning out great. They had investigated a few hotspots plus room 307 before Colby started feeling the effects.

They were deciding to take a little break, order food, and hang out in 204 until they were ready to go to the banquet hall. Colby had popped a boner when you came out of the shower, wearing short shorts and a huge black and pink xplr zipup, with nothing but a tiny sportbra underneath.

He had tried to take care of himself in the bathroom like a gentleman but of course it wouldnt go away, every stroke just turning him on more, and when you knocked on the door to make sure he was okay after hearing his quiet pants and groans, he knew he was fucked.

He had realized the headache medication Sam gave him earlier wasnt headache medication and cursed him out before devising a plan. If Sam was comfortable upping the prank war to the point of drugging him, surely he'd considered the consequences would be Colby fucking his beautiful little sister.

"Aw im good Baby, thanks" the petname slipped out unintentionally as he opened the door, and he chuckled when you squirmed a little. "Was just taking care of a little 'somethin" he kept his tone suggestive and smirked as you stumbled over an unnecessary apology and scurried back over to the couch you had been sitting on.

"Maybe next time you should help me out babygirl" he spoke smoothly as he sat too close for a friend to you on the couch.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Come on babe, you know exactly what i mean your a very smart girl. You had to have realized that ive liked you too princess."

Dumbfounded, you just gape at him for a second with furrowed brows. "What about Sam."

"Dont worry about him, this is just us sweetheart." Everything he said was smooth and convincing, the constant petnames making you blush more by the second.

As you were about to respond, trying to come out with some response, the door handled raddled signaling Sam was back. Colby got up to greet him and help bring the food out, staring at you every chance he got. You were sitting quietly with your eyes pinned to the floor when Sam brought you your food and sat on the single chair diagonal to you.

"You okay?" Colby asked in a false questioning tone as he brought his food to sit beside you. You jumped a tad, startled out of your thoughts.

"Mhm. Just thinking..."

By the end of the investigation, Sam was forced to sleep in the haunted room while you and Colby got the safety of 204. You and Colby.

The thought left a bit of an imprint on your mind. He seemed so sure earlier, giving you small glances past the camera, comforting you from the back when you felt your hair get pulled. Was he going to make a move tonight? You felt a mixture of anxiousness and excitness coil up in your stomach.

Later that night, you were laying on your designated bed. Sam just left for his room and Colby had been a complete gentlemen, he was in the bathroom now and it was late, part of you was thinking what happener earlier to be imaginary. Had your delusions made it all up merely hours ago?

You quickly realized you hadnt when colby came out in just his sweatpants, slightly damp hair, and sat right beside you on bed. You were curled to the side watching tiktok and he spooned behind you.

"You've liked me for a little bit huh baby?"

You didnt know how to respond, putting your phone down in the night table and turning to face him, only realizing your mistake after you noticed how he was looking at you.

You nodded nervously, mumbling out a shaky "mhm" that made Colby chuckle.

"You know, ive liked you too" he got closer, his face more easily seen through the dim lighting. He ducked his face closer to your neck to whisper in your ear. "Wouldve never said anything in Sam didnt basically give me permission" he was stretching the truth on that one. Sam definitely did not give him explicit permission, but Colby would deal with the consequences of that later.

"What? He did that?" Colby smirked, she sounded so hopeful and desperate.

"Of course babygirl, told him how much i liked you, wanted to take care of you, he gave me his blessing. We're good baby."

Sure it was a little manipulative to fib, but Colby knew you needed that little push. You were so sweet and naive, you grew up always craving approval from those around you, you wouldnt want to dissapoint your brother. If Sam had said it was okay, however, then that wasnt an issue, right?

"You like me?" Your voice was timid, he only responded by kissing your neck and slipping the strap of your tank top down.

Instinct took over your bodies, you leaned into his touch and helped him take of your top. He was already shirtless, and now inching his lips down the valley of your breats to leave soft kisses on any unmarked piece of skin. The kisses became rougher in some spots, leaving what was sure to turn into dark hickies by tommorow morning.

"You want me to fuck you Baby? Want me to ruin you for everyone else?" His hands were all over your body, you could barely speak beyond mumbled pleas.

He took off your pajama shorts and took in your body. You were perfect and he was pissed he hadn't indulged his crush earlier. He brought a calloused hand down to brush just above your clit.

"So fuckin pretty Princess. Gonna treat you the way you need hm?" He slipped his index finger inside easily, your wetness running down his palm.

He added a finger and pumped them inside, keeping his pace slow until a big knot built up in your stomach. Colby whispered sweet, encouraging words into your ears until you let yourself go.

Lifting his finger to his lips he sucked off your cum, moaning as if he had just eaten a delicious meal. Colby left kisses on your tummy and trailed up your breasts again until he could kiss your lips again.

"Gonna let me fuck you pretty girl?" You nodded deliriously, muttering out 'yes please daddy' barely audible for him to hear. He lined himself up and smirked when your hands found his to hold them before he could push himself in. You were just too perfect.

He pushed in slowly, his cock stretching you out and stinging just enough to make you whimper. Colby caught your lips with his as he fully tucked himself away in your cunt. Your brain was going fuzzy from the fullness alone.

After a bit of making out an.d holding hands tightly, Colby could feel you grinding against him. He started moving, pushing himself to the hilt with every slow thrust. Your whines were just encouraging him to keep going slow and steady.

"Colby please." You begged, your words broken up and squeaky.

"You getting impatient baby? Calm down sweetheart, we're going all night"

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The end of the night Colby and you decided to order food and take another shower together and watch a movie and chat until you fell asleep

Colby is a bit more truthful and tells you about the viagra prank and you get pissed at your brother

The next morning sam came in your room

Saw him naked and you in just his teeshirt and flipped out

Almost killed Colby that second, but was quickly convinced to calm down by the way you were staring daggers at him

"Absolutely not Sam. You think its okay to drug your friends…"

Im so sorry yall i wanted this to be so much better but its just not

[zuriisnotreal]

One more chance to get you back. Pt 2.

Part one

Yandere ! fem ! " best friend" ! x fem ! reader

warnings : yandere tendencies, gore.

1129 words

Aimee never noticed it at first, as you both grew together as friends. She never took you too seriously. It wasn't really that she paid much attention to you. Why didn't she take you into account? Why didn't she care? Because she couldn't bother to.

In general, the truth was that she was an actual shitty friend. Before, she couldn't even remember some of the important things that occurred in your life despite you often having to remind her, but now, it's a different story. The reason Aimee remembers isn't because of the m̶u̶l̶t̶i̶p̶l̶e̶ times that she had seen that exact moment but rather from her now growing and abundant affection she suddenly held for you.

In truth, she was actually the new girl at school, and as the kind person you had been �� you decided to become friends with her as you also had noticed that she wasn't sitting or speaking with anyone during school and after school. Aimee regres not admiring that characteristic of yours. You had always been attentive to details.

It was a wednesday, " Hey, do you mind if I sit with you ? " You struck the question, bringing her to look up at your sudden appearance. Hesitant is what she was at first, but she eventually gave in within a few seconds. "You may..."

You quickly took your chance to do so as she spoke those words, Aimee could tell you had an awkward nature judging by your odd body language and lack of eye contact from your ( c ) irises to her dark jade coloured ones.

" s-so, I saw that you're new, we're in the same class, by the way... " you spoke, your voice slightly trembling at the fear of that at some point of the conversation she might just suddenly tell you to leave her alone.

" mh. " she responded dryly, not thinking too much on it.

" my name's (Name), by the way. " You introduced yourself suddenly, realizing that hadn't mentioned your name until now.

" i see... ( Nickname ) it is then... " Aimee replied dismissively, suddenly giving you the nickname she would refer to you by for the rest of your life or rather time that you were friends.

You couldn't help but laugh quietly, she learned to love that about you, too bad that by the time she had learned to appreciate it, it had been too late.

Aimee's eyes fly open, waking up from another bizarre dream. As usual, the memories of ut would slip through her fingers faster than water. Her eyes immediately darted to the calendar.

it was the sixteenth of march of that year. It was that exact same day. Every time Aimee was faced with the point of the loop, she would have an objective and one objective only, and it was to protect you from what happened this day.

At the first timeline and the original timeline, Aimee remembers it exactly like it was yesterday. That time — Aimee had been careless, unkind, and ignorant. When you had fallen down the stairs in the middle of all the chaos, she hadn't even bothered to help you up, but instead, she ran off to a safer area within the school premises.

In that life, she took it into account on how you both weren't that close. Despite that, as she locked herself in the empty factory room, she couldn't help but feel the emotion of guilt eat at her like an abundant amount of maggots finding rotting food to feed on.

She shortly started to realize that she never cared, how bad of a friend she was.

For that first time, she had felt genuine regret for the first time. ' What have I just done ? how could I have left her like that ? '

she noticed how she wore a ( c ) bracelet on her arm. It was one you had given her as a token of friendship at a festival. But she couldn't even remember that exact moment, for after all, she had been too bothered to care.

Aimee panicked in her mind until she passed out from exhaustion.

Then suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, she was back to her second year of high school. Waking up in a pool of her sweat, in her bed, on the day she was to attend the first day of her new school. The day she met you.

During her 1498th timeline, she had finally managed to find the truth of the reason why there was an outbreak of zombies, it was your father, a former neurologist turned home scientist wanted nothing but to bring his wife or rather your mother back to life.

Obsessed with his idea, he secretly worked on a solution in your house's basement. You never knew the reason why he told you never to go down the basement.

testing on animals that are found in the most random places. At that month of march, he had finally made a serum that had finally worked.

The rat was way passed it's time of death. The old man stuck the syringe carrying the said serum into the dead animal.

Seeing nothing happen after thirty minutes, he had given up on this serum as he saw no results. Switching of the light and going up the stairs to go take a shower, he was unaware of the rat's twitching limbs that brought it back into living. Now, with a rabid expression upon it, a broken limb, blood seping out from the gash on its lower abdomen. Now treading on as if none of these injuries mattered, it had ran out along the room before leading to a vent that led to outside.

Now, the scientist had unkowingly let out a virus that would end up killing both him and you in every single timeline.

The 1632th timeline. Aimee now knew exactly what would happen and led to the day of the outbreak. Unfotunately bynthe time that Aimee meets you or restarts her loop, there's nothing she can do about your father starting the virus as he was already too far gone. In other timelines, you sometimes even die before the outbreak. At one time, it had been that you had passed on after a fight with your father, where he ended up hitting you with the nearest object which was a meat cleaver, stabbing it through your chest 12 times before he had realized what he had done.

Aimee felt so horrible for how it all went down during the first timeline. You were always there for her even when she was acting like a bitch towards you.

Aimee knew one thing for sure, and it was the fact that she was not going to let you go.

After all, she couldn't ever let the love of her life go.

[dinoserious]

this is what happens in under the eyes (redraw)

[qingyingpocketlirary]

Snapshot 19

“When was this, my love?” She questioned, holding tightly to her husband so as not to be torn from him again.

“Long ago,” her husband answered, watching the scene play out before them. “Before things became complicated.” 

“Get over here.” Macaque’s voice called from somewhere around them.

“Wait a min-” Demon Bull King was cut off as the world shifted around them, Peng caught himself with a slight hop while Yellow Tusk and Azure had enough time to take a breath before their stomachs gave a light roll in protest. “-ute. Mph!?!”

Azure, Yellow Tusk and Peng watched the Demon Bull be suddenly tackled by two shadow clones, one covering his mouth the other sitting on his chest and showing the universal ‘shush’ motion. Wukong had landed in a tree, hunched over, trying not to burst out laughing only to go silent and look towards the space where the two clones had come from.

It was the same training space the Brotherhood always used, hidden in the shade of the taller trees of the Mountain and under a carefully woven canopy of leaves, vines and flowers that the little monkeys had pulled over to keep the sun’s light from reaching the cleared area. The little ones were seated in the trees and hanging from high branches watching silently as Chi Yue stood in the centre of the clearing, moving slowly and gracefully from each stance to the next, a simple looking fan in her hand that shifted and moved with every slight movement of her fingers.

Splashes of what looked like water surrounded her, shifting and changing with each steady breath, some growing bigger, some spreading around like a living ribbon and some forming into bubbles that shimmered and rippled before rejoining with the water or being cut apart by the fan’s edge and becoming a trail that followed the fan’s movements for a brief time before falling away.

Like Macaque, it seemed Chi Yue had the ability to manipulate the element she was associated with, and for whatever reason, Macaque had brought them all to see this little display of hers. Macaque himself was near the edge of the clearing, next to a large bowl with a huge smile on his face as she continued to move and then-

Wukong clapped both hands over his mouth, eyes wide with pride as the water shifted and took on the shape of a school of tiny fish, swirling and darting around the clearing before shooting upwards, forming into one larger fish, a round body with rippling fins and tail that swam one lap around the clearing before racing to Macaque, and filling the bowl.

Not a drop of water spilled nor did any seem to have been forgotten in the clearing.

“Well done, Chi Yue!” Macaque cheered and embraced the woman tightly.

“You did it!” Wukong all but screamed, practically teleporting from his place on the tree branch to Chi Yue’s side and scooped both her and Macaque up, swinging them around and around with joyful abandon as they all laughed.

His younger self had not noticed it back then, but now that he was seeing it from a new point of view, he saw the way the other three had reacted to the moment that should have been joyful. 

Peng smiled, the same way they always did when they knew that better could be achieved, but understood it would take time. Yellow Tusk rubbed at his chin, thinking, but still clearly impressed with the display, he would later be found questioning Chi Yue about her methods and offering advice to assist her in improving the technique. 

Azure was glaring, his jaw tightly clenched and for just a moment, the lion bore his teeth.

“Azure never liked how close the monkeys were to her. I never understood why… until I met you.” He explained, tightening his hold on her just a little. “He wanted what was never his, and he despised her for being permitted to be so close, even when she did not want anything but friendship.”

“Azure never achieved his desire, and so he hates her.” His wife surmised, as the memories shifted and warped around them. A day many years later, a room they both knew well and a tiny body laying soundly sleeping in the crib.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

While trappped within the Scroll, Princess Iron Fan sees a moment of the past between her husband, Chi Yue and the Brotherhood before the attack on Heaven happened.

They both realise something in that moment.

Enjoy!!!

[mrsroosterbradshaw]

london girl <3

jake “hangman” seresin x british!fem wife

soundtrack: London Boy by Taylor Swift™️

summary: the team is shocked when jake slips up and confesses that he has a wife. little do they know that he is head-over-heels for his wife and he gushes at how much he loves your accent 🤭

“I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal and you know I love Springsteen, Faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey”

jake seresin wasn’t the type to get tied down. in his college days at UT it would be go to a bar, dance, get a girl, go home with them, then leave. he had quite the reputation when he got into the navy, too. cocky, didn’t care about anyone but himself. so, naturally, when the dagger squad was all at the hard deck playing pool and darts, they were shocked when hangman finally let it slip.

“phoenix, how is the boyfriend? finally scare him off yet?” bradley said, jokingly. jake let out an airy laugh.

“har har,” she said to bradley then turning to jake, “i wouldn’t be laughing, you’re the single, lonely one.”

“nope, got a woman i love at home.” he said, the look of realization on his face once he realized what he had said was priceless. the squad started laughing. no, not a short laugh, bradley is rolling on the ground crying.

“yeah right. good one bagman.” phoenix said.

he decided in that moment that it was time to come clean, after four years of being married and with a little girl on the way, he let it slip. “no i’m being dead ass.” jake said.

“no way. i don’t believe you.” phoenix said.

“believe me or not.” he said, throwing his hands up in defense. “but i do. we have been married for four years and we have a daughter on the way.” jake pulled out a folded picture from his front pocket of his khaki uniform and handed it to phoenix.

“no fucking way, you’re tied down?” phoenix said in disbelief.

“yep, i’ll bring her by sometime! well that’s my cue, said too much and don’t wanna be drinking and driving because i wanna get home to my mrs.” jake yelled as he walked out of the doors of the hard deck, determined to get to his pregnant wife.

“But something happened, I heard her laughing, I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent. They say home is where the heart is, but that's not where mine lives”

“darling. i don’t think they will like me. i’m not like you guys.” you say, growing self conscious of your 7 month pregnant belly.

“sweets, they are going to love you! i promise. we have to leave in about 5 minutes!” he yells after he kisses you on the cheek and walks into the mud room.

“don’t forget to feed the animals! i’ll go out and feed the horses while you do the cows, sheep and the goats!” you yell from across the house.

“gotcha sweets!!” your lovely husband yelled from across the house at you.

(time skip to the hard deck)

“you go ahead to your friends, this pregnant lady has to pee for the twentieth time today.” you said, walking away laughing.

“be safe! we will be over by the pool tables!” jake yells as he walks towards the pool tables that all his friends are surrounding and talking.

“seresin, as i live and breathe!” bradley said, sarcastically.

“hey bradshaw!” jake said.

“where is your imaginary wife at? chicken out and not bring her? oh wait, she isn’t real!!” payback butt in and said.

“who’s not real?” you say as you waddled up to the group.

“hey sweets!” your husband drawls out with that accent you love. “we were just talking about you!”

“all good thing i hope!” you say.

“so, i guess you are real! sorry, we are all just a little surprised when bagman told us. how did you guys meet?” phoenix asked you.

“well i was at a flower festival in San Diego with my best mates and we went to a pub after that was near and jake here was there because he was stationed nearby.” you started.

“i was with javy grabbing a few beers after our training and i went up to the bar to get us another round, but something happened, I heard her laughing, I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent. and i instantly fell in love. i knew i had to have her.” he said.

“oh don’t even! i knew i had to have you when i saw you and i heard your sexy accent.” you said, side-hugging him.

“aw you guys are so cute!” phoenix gushed.

“You know I love a London girl, I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon. she likes my American smile, Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you. Took me back to Highgate, met all of her best mates, So I guess all the rumors are true. You know I love a London girl. girl, I fancy you (ooh)”

“when we got married, for our honeymoon we went to London so i could show him around my home city! i took him to the Camden Market and he won’t admit it but he enjoys it.” you say.

“ okay okay, you caught me. i do like it.” jake admits.

“hey jake?” you say.

“yes sweets?” he replied.

“i need a break.” you told your husband.

“okay i got you, baby.” jake said, he went behind you as you kept talking with the group and lifted up your baby bump. you let out a sigh of relief.

“thank you.” you say, breathless.

“okay!” phoenix exclaimed, “Jake is a real softy! i’m jealous because you are both so madly in love and i wish i had that with Marcus.”

“oh i bet Marcus loves you a lot!” you say, trying to convince her.

“oh no, not like how jake loves you. even the way he looks at you! i’m jealous!!” she says.

“he does not look at me in any way!” you told her. “right jake?” you say, craning your neck to look at your lover behind you.

“huh?” he says, snapping out of his daze.

“see? my point exactly!” phoenix points out.

“oh shut up jake.” you say, laughing and walking away with phoenix.

“what did i do?” jake asked himself, quietly. “what did i say?” he asked coyote, who was right next to him to witness it all.

coyote put his hands up in defense. “nope, that’s on you.” coyote then walked away towards you, chuckling.

“NO SERIOUSLY!” jake yelled across the bar.

[conkreetmonkey]

idk if I've posted this before, but an UT/DR headcanon I have and don't see in others often is that humans in those worlds are not the same as the humans from ours. They're definitely more similar to us than the monsters are, but they're not the same "species" as what we'd consider to be a normal human in our world.

For starters, they can have bright yellow skin. That is straight-up canon. While we've never actually seen two humans interact in canon unless you want to count the end of genocide (which I won't because I interpret it as Chara talking to YOU, not Frisk), the fact that we now have two separate individuals with this skin tone does sort of imply it's normal. It's not a colour it's possible for a human to naturally be in our world; even when one has jaundice, it's not bright-ass Lego minifigure yellow. These kids are the colour of poison dart frogs. They're the colour of a hazard strip. That's not normal.

Given both this hint that these humans are different and the fact that all 3 humans seen in canon are universally addressed by they/them pronouns and are completely androgynous, I have a headcanon/theroy:

Humans in these worlds have no male/female sexes, no concept of gender, and no differing sexually dimorphic traits.

I do not think these humans have men and women. I think all humans are born as genderless, completely androgynous beings, and have no concept of gender within their societies. I have no idea how they'd reproduce, but I imagine them as having either no genitalia, or all having the same "set," and what it looks/functions like I have no clue. Honestly, I'm kind of leaning towards mitosis.

I like this idea for the following reasons:

Mettaton EX being so androgynous despite his identifying as a binary male would be a thing he lifted from humans, being such a fan of them and all. The thing with the four, five and six fingered gloves heavily implies he wanted his body to appear as human as possible, and I suppose that could mean combining what we would consider to be masculine and feminine traits into one metal genderbeast.

It adds a touch of "gremlinous creature" vibes to all 3 human characters; "inhuman" anatomy despite being explicitly, plot-importantly human.

The confusion about reproduction and just how tf not having gender or bio sex would work I and you are feeling right now is EXACTLY how monsters, the main in-universe demographic of both games, would feel.

Feels kind of Homestuck troll-ey, which is always a plus in any Toby Fox project because it solicits groans.

Things I percieve as flaws in this headcanon:

Kind of discredits the non-binary identities of the human characters, especially Kris, whose themes of identity, control over one's body and teenage angst are strongly complimented by a trans identity. If these characters were born non-binary, though, they wouldn't be trans for continuing to identify as such, for the same reason Mettaton and Mad Mew Mew are trans for being born genderless yet having a binary identity.

While opening narrative doors, also closes them... this is again very Kris-centric because they're older, but I've just seen so many portrayals of Kris as a non-binary kid stuck in a perisex body going through puberty that are really interesting and compliment their angst. Binders, facial hair, periods, voice changes... can't do anything with that anymore if these humans don't go through puberty as we know it, and that makes them less relatable.

It just feels bad to hc away canon trans rep like this, yk? UT/DR certainly wouldn't be hurting for it without human trans characters, but they're canonically trans, non-binary playable characters in a mainstream game. That is INSANELY rare. I cannot think of a single other example. Trans mcs are rare enough in mainstream media as a whole, let alone non-binary ones. To strip these characters of that to non-binarify their entire species feels a little... tradeoff-ey.

[imtrashraccoon]

This is based off of a real life story

Aka 2 year old me

😌

For UT!, UF! And US! Sans and papyrus

The skeleton is in the kitchen and turn around...only to see their 2 year old walking with their blanket in one hand and the cats tail in the other. They're dragging the cat by the tail.

The cat is fine, but its still weird.

It took me a hot minute to write this one but we're here now! This headcanon assumes the skellie in question is the father but they could probably also be the supportive uncle as well. Also, I hadn't considered that each of them would own a cat beyond the Underfell brothers but if that's something you're interested in, I could make another post.

The Tale brothers don't own a cat so it's likely a stray they've been looking after. Technically, the Fell brothers own a dozen barn cats but only Doomfanger and Tux are pets. (Tux is the pet of Violet, the protagonist in the fic they'll be featured in.) The Swap brothers also don't own a cat but it looks remarkably like the cat that's been hanging around them since the Underground.

Undertale: Classic (Sans) & Vanilla (Papyrus)

Classic

He was just poking around in the kitchen for a snack when he heard the familiar footsteps of the little tike. Didn't you just put them down for a nap? He can't help but chuckle when he sees the way they're dragging the stray cat you've been feeding for months around by the tail.

Even though the cat doesn't seem too bothered by the predicament it's in, Classic doesn't want it to get hurt or hurt their little one. He gently separates the two, although he may have snapped a quick picture before doing so to show you later. He quietly scolds their child but he's not actually upset with them since he knows they really like the cat.

The cat in question does seem a bit miffed to have been dragged around like a toy and fixes the fur on its tail as soon as the toddler lets go. It doesn't immediately leave the house though so you might have a cat now?

Vanilla

It was his turn to watch the kid while you got some much needed rest and since they seemed content, he'd left the house for one moment to bring the trash out. He came back to find their child playing with the stray cat who must've snuck inside while the door was open. He's more than a little worried when their toddler decides the best way to show him the cat is to drag it over by the tail.

Luckily, this cat is used to their toddler since you've been feeding it together for months and doesn't scratch them. Vanilla is quick to remove their tike's little fingers from its tail and scoop them up into a hug. He tells them in no uncertain terms that it's not nice to pull on a cat's tail and makes them promise not to do it again, even if they don't seem to understand him and end up laughing instead.

He is startled when the cat begins purring and rubbing up against his femur. It's doesn't seem upset nor like it wants to leave anytime soon. He'll put it outside until you wake up so you can decide together whether to keep it or not.

Underfell: Crimson (Sans) & Scar (Papyrus)

Crimson

He had just about dozed off when the pitter patter of tiny feet woke him up. He's more than a little amused when the kiddo drags your cat into the living room by his tail. While he's hesitant to move, he can already picture how mad his brother would be if Tux clawed up the carpet and how worried you would be if their child got scratched.

He uses his magic to pick up both the rascals, which serves to distract their child enough to let go of Tux's tail. After teasing them about how they might not be so lucky if they tried that with Doomfanger, Crimson manages to get them to fall asleep in his arms and returns to his own nap.

Unfortunately, Tux is more than a little freaked out by being picked up with magic and immediately darts out of the room. He'll be sulking in your room for the rest of the day but is fine otherwise.

Scar

It was his turn to watch the kiddo and he brought them down to the barn so he could look after his animals at the same time. After ordering his wolf, Whitefang, to keep them from wandering off, he got to work. He had just finished feeding the chickens and stepped out of their pen to be confronted with the sight of their toddler holding Doomfanger by her tail.

He stops the kiddo from trying to drag the cat around and guides them to go sit with Whitefang again. Scar gently explains to them that no one likes having their tails pulled and tries to get them to promise not to do it again. He gives up when they only end up giggling at him as they don't understand why he's lecturing them.

Doomfanger is fine, although by the way her tail is flicking, she seems a bit put off that a strange creature just grabbed her gorgeous tail. That, or she's annoyed that she hasn't been fed yet.

Underswap: Dell (Sans) & Saffron (Papyrus)

Dell

He was changing the oil in his motorcycle when he heard the rascal toddle into the garage. He asks them a few questions in an effort to keep them entertained until he can get out from under his bike. Only then does he realize that their child is holding onto the tail of a familiar white cat.

He gives the cat a suspicious look before carefully removing their toddler from the troublesome feline. When it only gives him an innocent meow, Dell breathes a sigh of relief before turning his attention to their kid. He explains that this particular cat is extra mischievous and has a history of messing with him back in the Underground. He's oddly serious for once and tells the child that this cat isn't to be trusted.

The irritating cat seems content for the moment, although it has a slightly mischievous look in its eyes. Hopefully it doesn't decide to knock over everything on his work bench later.

Saffron

He was relaxing in the living room with a book when the little rascal wandered in. He nearly does a spit take when he sees them holding onto the tail of a white cat that looks incredibly familiar. It's actually a pretty funny sight but he doesn't want to risk either of them getting hurt.

After putting down his book, Saffron starts to record on his phone as he separates their kid from the cat. He knows neither you nor his brother will believe him otherwise and he's already chuckling at the thought. He does scold their child about pulling the cat's tail but he has a big smile on his skull the entire time and isn't upset at all.

The irritating cat doesn't seem hurt and, if anything, seems a little amused by the interaction. Maybe it'll end up sticking around now that it's got a new friend?

[selfindulgentpixies]

Suguru geto x gn!reader

MDNI

Okay so this is just a sort of soft love letter to Suguru because i'm soft and love him and i don't normally give him love separate from Satoru. This scene could be from my selfship lore with the two of them but can also be taken as somthing entirely separate and be enjoyed by anyone. This just hit me and demanded to be written. it's not proof read like most of my work so be warned. No actual dialogue in this. I just wanted the intimacy to be felt in this. Very softcore sm/ut if i had to describe it and is much shorter than my usual work.

You're laying on Suguru's bare chest, feeling each rise and hearing every heart beat. It's a rare moment just the two of you and he's playing with the ends of your hair absent mindedly while flipping through a book. You press a soft kiss above his heart and glance up at him to see his lips curve into a little smile. Then more boldly you begin to kiss up his chest then over the column of his throat before finally reaching his lips that have split into a full smile. Laughter bubbles out of both of you into the kiss and you feel him set the book on your back so he can wrap both arms around you.

You bring your hands up to trace of his sharp cheekbones and he can hardly believe the love sick look on your face is for him. His nose skims over your cheek as he leans into press another kiss to your lips. Then for him to devour like so many curses but so much sweeter you give him your love, words of love and affirmation pouring past your lips and directly into his own. The book is brushed to the floor then as he flips you over on the couch so that he now hovers above you, dark hair slipping over his shoulders and creating a curtain around your faces. You reach up to link your fingers behind his neck, you tell him how beautiful he is and he chuckles the sound deep yet soft and coming from low within his chest. You think that sound is beautiful too.

You try to pull him down to you, to see if he'll indulge you with more of his kisses. His dark eyes glimmer with mischief as he leans down to kiss you, his larger form enveloping your own. His tongue darts out to teasingly trace the seam of your lips which you part willingly and eagerly, wanting to give him access to every part of you. You think you'd crack open your ribs and let him lay next to your heart if you could.

You whimper into the kiss as his tongue slides along your own. Huffed breaths as you both breathe through your noses and the room grows warmer around you both. Your hands tangle in his long hand hair near his scalp, tugging at the roots and getting him to pull back so you can take a full breath. Your night is unhurried, passing in moments and languid movements of your bodies. Of him seeking your skin against own and urging you from your clothes starting with the two of you being chest to chest before both of your pants follow and he lifts you by the back of your thighs to carry you to the bedroom. Almost no words are spoken but your actions speak more loudly than the moans he pulls from your lips and you his.

And once you are both spent, him having poured himself into you you lay curled up against his chest much like the night started, your mischievous kisses exchanged for soft sleepy ones pressed against his chest and him returning the action to the crown of your head until sleep takes you both.

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@crysugu @strawberrystepmom@icy-spicy@pastelle-rabbit @kinjuutsu @4sat0ruu @hauntedhearthowl

I am just very very soft right now.

[latinare]

anon from before here. can we have a bunch of words to describe gory injuries with we love gory injuries give it up for Gory injuries woo yeay

I'd have to go hunting in my dictionary for specific words, but here's a lovely passage about Corineus fighting Gauls:

Sed et confestim irruens in caeteros, bipennem rotans, stragem acerrimam facit, et nunc hac nunc illac discurrens ictus recipere diffugit, nec hostes prosternere quiescit: huic brachium cum manu amputat: illi scapulas a corpore separat: alii caput uno ictu truncat: alteri crura a summo dissecat. Omnes in illum solum, et ipse solus in omnes irruebat. Quod Brutus aspiciens, motus amore viri, accurrit cum una turma ut ei auxilium subvectaret. Tunc oritur clamor inter diversas gentes, tunc crebri ictus inferuntur, tunc in utraque parte fit caedes durissima.

Now running headlong against the others, whirling his axe, he made bitter havoc indeed, and dodged blows by darting now this way, now that. Nor did he rest from cutting down the enemy: he swiped off one man's arm with the hand attached, clove another's shoulders from his trunk, took off another's head with a single blow, and split yet another's legs from his body. The lot of them were fighting against him alone, and he alone against all of them. Brutus, seeing this, was moved with love for the man and ran to back him up with a force of his own. Now a great shout went up between the two peoples, now the blows fell thick and fast, now cruel massacre was inflicted on both sides.

-Geoffrey of Monmouth, Historia Regum Britanniae (translation mine)